Finally.

HAH.

So, after much hard work and frustration and hair pins, I have finally updated my new layout. ahh. So many complications. But, now I'm satisfied and I can get back to my essays after this post.

The essay, btw, is complete phooey. I mean, how does a college even REQUEST for anyone to write a biographical essay and then next to it, in parentheses mind you, write that there's an 800 word limit. Yeah, because I can totally tell you my life story in less than 5 pages. Right. Maybe if I was a fruit fly.



I woke up this morning and I had this incredible urge to blog and then after that thought came to mind, I was immediately horrified. I mean, what if I become one of those insane bloggers who blog every single little thing they do? Like "So guys...I just went to the toilet. Now I'm going to go drink a soda." I don't want to become like that. >

Oh well. So, I'm really digging this new ghetto fab look my blog has adopted. In the words of one wise, amazing girl that I know: "I can be...gangster."

HAHA. :)

And also, this is directed to "That One Guy"

Your blog won't let me comment so I'm just going to tell you that green grapes absolutely own purple ones. there's no competition. purple ones are too sweet and they're too round.

and even if Miley Cyrus isn't the coolest super star with the nicest attitude or the greatest voice, "Party in the USA" still makes my heart soar when it comes on on Itunes and nothing's going to change that. <3

On a side note, according to my soul mate, Nick Jonas and I have the same shoes? sick.